Tag: Voodoo

I’m thrilled to share the release of Desire’s Embrace with all my readers. I’ve invited the hero from the book to be with us today. Please help me welcome Morgan Latimar.

“Thank you, Catherine. It’s a pleasure to be with you and your readers.”

“Tell me, Morgan. You’re a shifter, correct?”

“Yes, Catherine. That is correct.”

“How did you become a shifter?”

“Well, that’s a difficult one to explain. Let me see how to begin. I came back to New Orleans from the war of northern aggression unable to walk. I’d taken a shot to the leg, and the injury left me a cripple. The doctors said I’d never walk again. After countless examinations, I feared they were right. My foreman, Sampson is very talented and fashioned a hydraulic brace for my injured leg. It allows me more mobility. Still, if I could find relief from the pain, it would be a miracle. I was told to seek the help of the high priestess of Voodoo, Madam Marie Laveau.

“Wait. I’m sorry to interrupt, but… “You don’t mean, the Mambo of Voodoo that’s said to eat the hearts of young children, do you?”

“Yes, I’m ashamed to say, the woman I sought was she.”

“Well, our readers are going to want to hear this. Continue.”

“I was desperate and knew the chances of any of her spells being more than superstition was slim. Still, I suppose I was at my wits end.”

“She cast a spell on me and assured me I would be free of pain. It’s just that…

“Yes, Morgan, go on.”

“I didn’t understand the ramifications when she said I’d know great power and prowess with the spell.”

“I’m not sure what you are saying, Morgan. Was Marie responsible for you becoming a shifter? Is that what she meant?”

“Yes. The spell, when cast, had side effects. I can shift into a wolf and run free without pain. Before now, no one outside of my immediate family has known about this. Sometimes it feels like such a gift and other times it is a curse. I find myself shut off from the rest of the world. Others wouldn’t understand. In the tumultuous times we find ourselves living in with the Federals still governing the city, I can’t take the chance of anything leaking about my condition.

“Yes, I can see what you mean. But, haven’t you recently hired a nanny for your children? How will you manage to hide the truth from her.”

Morgan chuckles without humor. “It hasn’t been easy. I tell myself, the children need her, and, therefore, I must curb my thoughts and actions as they pertain to Miss Sinclair.”

“How is that working for you, Morgan?”

“I’m finding it more difficult than I imagined. Still, the children and my family are my number one priority, so I must maintain a steadfast persona in the face of Miss Sinclair. She can never know the truth. I hope you and your readers understand the importance of secrecy as it pertains to my situation. I must be going now. So many things to do today. You know, being a sugar cane broker is difficult work.

“Yes, we understand you have business to attend. Morgan, I must say how happy we are to have had you drop by. Please return soon, won’t you?”

“Of course, Catherine. Anything for you, ma petite. Good day.”

“Good day, Morgan. I want to thank the readers for visiting. Next time, we’ll have a very special woman with us. You won’t want to miss our visit with the high priestess of Voodoo, Marie Laveau. Until then, may your dreams always be, my darlings.”

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Morgan lost the rest of her sentence as her scent came to him like a siren calling his name. Stepping toward her, he grappled with the beast for control. The creature within him growled. Morgan pulled her close, crushing her against his chest. Laura’s eyes grew wide. The kiss stole her breath as he molded his mouth over hers. Rough and callous, he forced her lips open. His tongue tangled with hers. She tasted as sweet as honey.

Laura shoved. A faint whimper escaped. Struggling, she managed to reach up, raking her nails across his neck in one violent sweep. The attack was like cold water sluicing over him. Howling in pain, he fell back. She stood, feet planted. Fury etched her face.

Wiping the blood from his skin, Morgan stared as if for the first time. A silence fell between them. Morgan wheeled away. The silence continued. He glanced out the library window. Needing a bit of time to harness the beast, he supposed. Finally, composed once more he turned back. “Forgive me. I…I shouldn’t have done that.” The jut to her jaw said she doubted his sincerity. Why had he allowed the beast such leniency? When she was near, Morgan couldn’t control his urges. The beast reigned superior it seemed. Rather than endure her stare of contempt any longer, Morgan sidestepped her and reached for the cigar box. “I will not discuss my daughter with you unless the subject involves her lessons. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

Striking the match, he lit the cigar. His hands shook. Inhaling Morgan waited until the trembling subsided before facing her again. “In the future, Miss Sinclair, you’d be advised to stay out of things that aren’t any of your concern. Is that clear?” He peered at her over his smoke.

Laura nodded. “Will that be all, sir?” Glacial in tone, her words rang in his ears.

“Yes.”

Rigid and regal, she turned on a dime. The cool click of the door’s latch echoed in the room as she disappeared into the hall.

Silently, he watched her go. Her lovely backside swayed in cadence with the pounding of his heart. “Damn it all to hell!” Dumping the cigar into the coffee cup atop the desk, he leaned in on the walnut wood. With his eyes closed, Morgan surmised he had a problem. The beast raged within. Morgan slammed his fists on the desk. How would he manage to share an entire evening with her? His ill-conceived idea would surely kill him. Raking a hand through his hair, Morgan sought the whiskey bottle he kept beneath the interior wall of his desk. He needed a drink. Throwing the first one back, he pondered the dregs in his glass. Perhaps David was right. Miss Sinclair’s presence wasn’t helping his situation. However, Sara was blooming into a bright and talented child with Miss Sinclair’s help. Despite her burgeoning transformation, Laura was good for the girl.

“Do not grieve over that which is past. The day dawns new with every sunrise – a gift for our pleasure.”

Jacquie Latimar – Desire’s Embrace

Blurb:

Morgan Latimar, a decorated Civil War veteran, and shifter seeks a nanny for his children. The woman who accepts the position can never know his secret. Yet, despite his Wolfen wisdom, Morgan craves the passionate, Laura Sinclair.

Laura Sinclair answers the post from the mysterious Louisiana widower. Soon she’s thrown into the world of Voodoo deep in the heart of Creole New Orleans, circa 1872. How can she perform her duties when she’s falling in love with the handsome Morgan Latimar. What secrets will she reveal and who will she believe?

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Catherine Wolffe, Author

Author and Louisiana resident Catherine Wolffe is a romance reader now addicted to the dark, steamy call of the paranormal. She is the author of bestselling vampire/werewolf romance series The Western Werewolf Legend and the novel Desire's Embrace as well as the brand new "Shadow Company" series.
Catherine has been writing all her life but only recently discovered her love for paranormal romance after being introduced to the Underworld movies by her husband. After that, she decided to delve deeper and create tales hot enough with twists and action aplenty to satisfy her emerging dark hunger.
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